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'Look；' she said； 'Like this…'
From The Shadow Exploded （p。 54）：
Carrie White's mother； Margaret White； gave birth to her daughter on September 21； 1963； under circumstances which can only be termed bizarre。 In fact； an overview of the Came White case leaves the careful student with one feeling ascendant over all others： that Carrie was the only issue of a family as odd as any that has ever been brought to popular attention。
As noted earlier； Ralph White died in February of 1963 when a steel girder fell out of a carrying sling on a housing…project job in Portland。 Mrs White continued to live alone in their suburban Chamberlain bungalow。
Due to the White's near…fanatical fundamentalist religious beliefs； Mrs White had no friends to see her through her period of bereavement。 And when her labour began seven months later； she was alone。
At approximately 1：30 P。M。 on September 21； the neighbours on Carlin Street began to hear screams from the White bungalow。 The police； however； were not summoned to the scene until after 6：00 P。M。 We are left with two unappetizing alternatives to explain this time lag： Either Mrs White's neighbours on the street did not wish to bee involved in a police investigation； or dislike for her had bee so strong that they deliberately adopted a wait…and…see attitude。 Mrs Georgia McLaughlin； the only one of the three remaining residents who were on the street at that time and who would talk to me； said that she did not call the police because she thought the screams had something to do with 'holy rollin'。'
When the police did arrive at 6：22 P。M。 the screams had bee irregular。 Mrs White was found in her bed upstairs； and the investigating officer； Thomas G。 Mearton。 at first thought she had been the victim of an assault。 The bed was drenched with blood； and a butcher knife lay on the floor。 It was only then that he saw the baby； still partially wrapped in the placental membrane； at Mrs White's breast。 She had apparently cut the umbilical cord herself with the knife。
It staggers both imagination and belief to advance the hypothesis that Mrs Margaret White did not know she was pregnant； or even understand what the word entails； and recent scholars such as J。 W。 Bankson and George Felding have made a more reasonable case for the hypothesis that the concept； linked irrevocably in her mind with the 'sin' of intercourse； had been blocked entirely from her mind。 She may simply have refused to believe that such a thing could happen to her。
We have records of at least three letters to a friend in Kenosha； Wisconsin； that seem to prove conclusively that Mrs White believed； from her fifth month on； that she had 'a cancer of the womanly parts' and would soon join her husband in heaven 。。。
When Miss Desjardin led Carrie up to the office fifteen minutes later； the halls were mercifully empty。 Classes droned onwards behind closed doors。
Carrie's shrieks had finally ended； but she had continued to weep with steady regularity。 Desjardin had finally placed the napkin herself； cleaned the girl up with wet paper towels； and gotten her back into her plain cotton underpants。
She tried twice to explain the monplace reality of menstruation； but Carrie clapped her hands over her ears and continued to cry。
Mr Morton； the assistant principal； was out of his office in a flash when they entered。 Billy deLois and Henry Trennant； two boys waiting for the lecture due them for cutting French I； goggled around from their chairs。
'e in；' Mr Morton said briskly。 'e right in。' He glared over Desjardin's shoulder at the boys； who were staring at the bloody handprint on her shorts。 'What are YOU looking at？'
'Blood；' Henry said； and smiled with a kind of vacuous surprise。
'Two detention periods；' Morton snapped。 He glanced down at the bloody handprint and blinked。
He closed the door behind them and began pawing through the top drawer of his filing cabinet for a school accident form。
'Are you all right； uh…？'
'Carrie；' Desjardin supplied。 'Carrie White。' Mr Morton had finally located an accident form。 There was a large coffee stain on it。 'You won't need that； Mr Morton。'
'I suppose it was the trampoline。 We just 。。。 I won't？'
'No。 But I think Carrie should be allowed to go home for the rest of the day。 She's had a rather frightening experience。' Her eyes flashed a signal which he caught but could not interpret。
'Yes； okay； if you say so。 Good。 Fine。' Morton crumpled the form back into the filing cabinet； slammed it shut with his thumb in the drawer； and grunted。 He whirled gracefully to the door； yanked it open； glared at Billy and Henry； and called： 'Miss Fish； could we have a dismissal slip here； please？ Carrie Wright。'
'White；' said Miss Desjardin。
'White；' Morton agreed。
Billy deLois sniggered。
'Week's detention！' Morton barked。 A blood blister was forming under his thumbnail。 Hurt like hell。 Carrie's steady； monotonous weeping went on and on。
Miss Fish brought the yellow dismissal slip and Morton scrawled his initials on it with his silver pocket pencil； wincing at the pressure on his wounded thumb。
'Do you need a ride； Cassie？' he asked。 'We can call a cab if you need one。'
She shook her head。 He noticed with distaste that a large bubble of green mucus had formed at one nostril。 Morton looked over her head and at Miss Desjardin。
'I'm sure she'll be all right；' she said。 'Carrie only has to go over to Carlin Street。 The fresh air will do her good。'
Morton gave the girl the yellow slip。 'You can go now； Cassie；' he said magnanimously。
'That's not my name！' she screamed suddenly。
Morton recoiled； and Miss Desjardin jumped as if struck from behind。 The heavy ceramic ashtray on Morton's desk （it was Rodin's Thinker with his head turned into a receptacle for cigarette butts） suddenly toppled to the rug； as if to take cover from the force of her scream。 Butts and flakes of Morton's pipe tobacco scattered on the pale…green nylon rug。
'Now； listen；' Morton said； trying to muster sternness； 'I know you're upset； but that doesn't mean I'll stand for…'
'Please；' Miss Desjardin said quietly。
Morton blinked at her and then nodded curtly。 He tried to project the image of a lovable John Wayne figure while performing the disciplinary functions that were his main job as Assistant Principal； but did not succeed very well。 The administration （usually represented at Jay Cee suppers； P。T。A。 functions； and American Legion award ceremonies by Principal Henry Grayle） usually termed him 'lovable Mort。' The student body was more apt to term him 'that crazy ass…jabber from the office。' But； as few students such as Billy deLois and Henry Trennant spoke at P。T。A。 functions or town meetings； the administration's view tended to carry the day。
Now lovable Mort； still secretly nursing his jammed thumb； smiled at Carrie and said； 'Go along then if you like； Miss Wright。 Or would you like to sit a spell and just collect yourself？'
'I'll go；' she muttered； and swiped at her hair。 She got up； then looked around at Miss Desjardin。 Her eyes were wide open and dark with knowledge。 'They laughed at me。 Threw things。 They've always laughed；'
Desjardin could only look at her helplessly。
Carrie left。
For a moment there was silence； Morton and Desjard